Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Symarip,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.